The world swam back into focus slowly.
Lori lay in Attia's arms, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her release, her skin tingling where his teeth had sunk into her neck. The mark pulsed with a warmth that spread through her entire being—a constant reminder that she was his, and he was hers.
But something was missing.
Something primal and urgent.
Her wolf stirred inside her, restless and demanding.
“Mark him back,” Layla growled. “Now. Before it's too late. Make him ours. He belongs with us.”
Lori's eyes snapped open.
Attia was still hovering above her, his dark eyes hazy with satisfaction, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The mark on her neck was fresh, still bleeding slightly, a beautiful wound that would soon become a permanent scar.
But he was not marked in
